I SORT OF got made, but in the WIERDEST of ways.

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I SORT OF got made, but in the WIERDEST of ways.

A lot of you know that I hurt my toe on Monday, and not only does it still hurt but the tip of my entire toe is now deep purple. Therefore, I've been favoring my foot.

But no injury was going to keep me from my weekly trip to the range and so last night I hobbled up to the range, did my shooting and came home.

This morning I got up, hobbled to work, and I wore the same shoes this morning that I wore to the range last night.

So, today at lunch I was sitting with a colleague and I had propped my foot up on another chair to take some pressure off of it.

A guy from our IT department walked by, stopped and looked at my foot. He asked how it was feeling. I said it hurt and he said, "I know why!" At which point he leaned down and removed a .22 shell casing from the tread in my shoe and said, "You might want to watch that from now on," then winked at me.

About an hour later he comes to my desk and says, "So, what crime scene did you walk through lately to get a shell casing stuck in your shoe?"

I said, "No crime scene. I was at the range."

"What .22 were you shooting?"

"I wasn't," I say, "it must have just been a casing from another patron. My .45 casings must have been too big to get stuck in my treads."

His eyebrows raise, ".45, huh?"

".45" I say.

"1911?" he asks.

"Yes. Springfield. And I had a Colt Mustang Plus II in .380 with me as well." I had taken pictures of my targets and sent them to my husband last night and asked him if he wanted to see.

We talked about guns for awhile. Apparently he was in the Navy and has a couple of different guns.

I told him I go up to the range every week and we started talking about rifles and other weapons.

He steps away for a second and then comes back and says, "You know, you are the ninth gal I've met here who's into guns and the fourth I know who carries."

"How do you know I carry?" I ask.

"I don't," he says. "But not many people go up to the range every week just for the heck of it. You're practicing for something and I'm betting it's concealed carry. Heck, I have my permit."

I didn't confirm his suspicion but I didn't say no either. He says, "Next time we go to the range I'm inviting you."

"Who's 'we'?" I ask.

He says, "You'll see," and walks away.

So, I didn't necessarily get made, but it was interesting anyway.

It's good to know there are more gun people than just me in this building.

He briefly mentioned that him and some other gun people in our building go to the range together. I'm betting that's what he means by the "we."

I work in education, and though I do not work at a school I'm still in a community that strongly believes that guns and education don't mix and are very anti-gun. Because I've been a little more outspoken about my interests than others I have been teased about it (I've never said I carry, but that I'm pro-gun).

I'm certainly not going to the range with someone I don't know but I'm guessing he didn't want to say too many names to protect those who are pro in our building. We'll see.

He knows my husband's a former Marine (heck, I've got pictures of him in uniform everywhere) and mentioned him as well. That would be fun... a little inter-branch rivalry.

them darn 22 shells, i was showing my car the my sales manager to get his approval because i was trading it in, and the car is a hatchback, so when i opened the hatch/trunk, in the upper door jam there was a good handful of 22 shells from plinking last weekend using the roof of the car for rest, with the hatch open he didient say anything and i remained silent, i wish to continue carrying at work under "don't ask, don't tell" i have never read or signed anything that prohibits me from carrying so far...